In yesterday’s post, I said,
Fortunately, I’ll be tucked away safely in my very own bed by tomorrow night.
Or maybe not. Instead of being home in Suburbia tonight enjoying the comfort of my own bed, I am instead at O’Hare, enjoying a lovely army cot and airline pillows. But I’m not complaining. It’s better than the alternative of a straight chair with fixed armrests. The weather here had everything delayed, and by the time our 5:35 p.m. flight arrived here from Washington at 9:00 p.m., we’d either missed or they’d cancelled our final flight. I think it was the latter.
Anyway, I guess I’m paying for the smooth travel we had on our trip out. I won’t be home until after noon tomorrow!